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In the Mood for Death
Shingetsu

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A cool hand
falls silently over her jutted hip. Unaware, yet determined, fingers trace smooth, bronzed skin and arms wrap around a slender frame.
Dreams are vividly flashing in color and glitter and sparks. Throwing champagen. Smearing lip stick and blowing out moonlit lanterns.
Dreams awaken
these hide-behind feelings. They set my body a blaze, move me, and use me for their own sick-sweet desires. Dreams haunt me. Dreams keep me from speaking, from
Devious Comments
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Forget the gun, grab the cannoli.
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